[Mojave]

Well here he was- and here wasn't shaping up to be so special after all. Sure, sure. The buildings were beautiful. The townspeople were pleasant. The shopping would have been great too if that's what he enjoyed. But he'd come here to have some real fun. Maybe learn something completely new. It wasn't going to happen. Aeviron was completely bored- which was difficult as he wasn't too serious a character. However, he'd come here on a whim and said whim was shaping up to be a waste of time.

Currently, sitting in his recently acquired human form, Aev looked ready to attend an art gallery. Or perhaps a movie premier. His style was messy in a controlled and flashy manner. From head to toe, his image screamed temptation. Thick, naturally wavy but styled spiky black hair sat atop rounded square features, sideburns extending to his jawline but buzzed in waves back into his hair. Each ear had two piercings on the lobes, his right two in the upper cartilage and the left one. Above his left brown eye a small bar pierced his eyebrow while his right blue eye was accompanied by a small swirling tattoo of a heart that rested just before the rise of his high cheekbones. Across the bridge of his narrow angular nose rested a pale pink scar, livid against his naturally dark mocha frappachino skin. Full lips were currently held with the corners down as he surveyed the lively and cheerful streets. A thick collar with stars surrounding a sun and moon yin-yang fit snugly to his muscled neck. A simple cotton sweater rested against his equally built chest and stylishly torn, faded, and cut jeans clasped to his legs and hips, low enough to emphasize behind him and yet loose enough to be comfortable. To complete the assembly, he wore black congo boots, though only the toes remained exposed thanks to the folds of his jeans.

He lowered the drink he'd been casually sipping, the flat studs on his arm bands clinking against the table breifly. It was time to go, it seemed. There was nothing worth waiting on today.

[Mojave]

Across town, the day was shaping out to be quite the thrill for a certain female. Of course, compared to what her days usually were, a trip to the park would have been equally nice too. However, Zein had given her plenty of keystones to get to Lamenolai and to spend some money on herself. And for once, Beltain didn't have to run any errands so the trip was doubly nice.

So far, she'd bought an outfit to wear while she was in town and several more bags of various clothes. Back at the first store, she'd viewed herself in the mirror and found herself happy. Beltain was naturally slim but middling height- standing only five foot two inches. Her complexion was also difficult to appease as she was so pale. However, the pastel colors of her long skirt, skin tight sweater that displayed her abdomen and hung off her shoulders, and her sandals seemed to give her some color. Her own body lacked any piercings or tattoos, but she decked herself out with many necklaces of various lengths, bracelets, and anklets. Her fingers as well carried rings upon almost every one. The only two exceptions were her left and right third fingers.

As always, she was in a chatty and overtly friendly mood, and had struck up rather long and intriguing conversations with the cashiers at the shops she'd visited. Of course, she was no stranger to people tiring of her endless babble, so when they began to seem impatient or indifferent, she quickly left. She was thankful this didn't seem to be a busy day as there had been no other people behind her in any of the lines- free license to monopolize the friendly ladies and gentlemen at work.

A sudden whim took her fancy and she jumped on a trolley that would take her across town.

[Mojave]

His own whims seemed to be insistent on his visiting the museum. He thought about it, wondering if this would result in anything interesting or if it would be a complete waste of time. A moment of thought and he cast the idea aside. He'd wasted enough time today.

Halfway down the street, he stopped and wondered silently. Wasting time? What else had he to do? It wasn't like he worked, it wasn't like he was ever sent to do any errands. No, like most of the inhabitants of Duat Manor, he was simply left to his own devices while the mistress- Zein was her name- scampered about with that awful moonling of hers. This thought led to another and to another until he remembered seeing a certain female in the house that was all but ignored. She was never given any kindness- not even by Baxter, the fat and affectionate kodile of the house. He wondered what she was doing today. Where Zein had sent her, what she had to get, what time limit Zein had set for her, those sorts of things.

It wasn't in his nature to allow such abuse right under his nose, and Zein hadn't proven herself so great a care-taker that he would ignore her faults. Curious, he pulled a minuscule hand-held out of his pocket and tapped the numbers in. A brief conversation informed him that the lady in question was in town herself, and currently headed toward the museum. How odd, and yet conveniently... convenient. He smiled and hung up, leaving the tracker to it's work. A brief thought passed as to what the tracker was, but it wasn't important. He had a damsel in distress to assist. And without further ado, he set out for the museum he'd been so drawn to visiting.

The day was getting better.

[Mojave]

Indeed, she was headed for the museum, though she was unaware of the fact that she was being tracked. She pranced along gaily through the streets and up the elegant marble stairs to the front door of the museum. Here she paused, as if hesitant to enter. With a steadying gasp of air, she pushed the door and let it swing gracefully open.

Her jaw hit the floor when she could see inside- her eyes had to adjust to the change of light. The floors were black and white checkered marble, set off by dark mahogany hued stands, desks, and other furniture. All the cushions, ropes, and curtains were a rich and smooth red.

Her ecstatic mood elevating further, she slid among a large group of people on a tour already, weaving between the people until she was close enough behind the woman leading them to hear her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a man catch glimpse of her and smile. Worried, she slid closer to the tour guide, ready to scream for help if she were to be approached.

[Mojave]

Well, he thought to himself, he was here. She, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. He sighed and followed a gaggle of people signing up for one of the routine tours. Maybe she'd show up right before they left.

She didn't disappoint. There she was, waltzing through the doors in an outfit that emphasized her small but inviting features. And she was inviting. A pleasant view, and a sunny smile. Instantly, he became confident of approaching her. But what was this? She'd noticed him too? Their eyes met and he couldn't help but smile. He intended it to be a friendly and encouraging thing, but apparently it came across as sinister and unwelcome to her for she quickly drew closer to the woman that was to lead them about.

He raised a brow for a moment, pausing with that smile on his lips. He shrugged, and decided it would be better to slowly inch his way toward her. Introduce himself and possibly apologize. He hoped, however, that it wouldn't be necessary to apologize by the time he reached her side.

[Mojave]

No sooner had the tour begun than the strange man farther back in the line was wiped from her mind. She became so engrossed in the descriptions of how the displays of ancient canines and felines lived, she became more focused on memorizing the information. There was no telling when she'd next meet an intellectual who favored this type of conversation.

However, their tour had to hault due to the illness of a child in the group. It was rather messy, and easy to see what had made him hurl all over the gorgeous marble floors. Sickened, she retreated to the other side of the room, sure she would be sick herself from the smell alone. This was one of the times she cursed being a lucain. Even in her human form, her sense of smell was still powerful.

She was so preoccupied with keeping her own lunch down she failed to notice his approach.

[Mojave]

He'd been close by when the child began to whine about his stomach, and had luckily been wise enough to move. Those who had not listened were now spattered with gobbets of his lunch and whatever else had come up with it. On the one hand, he was repulsed by the smell and sight alone, but on the other, concerned about the boy's welfare. A quick glance at the mother ascertained that they would be leaving to care for the situation. Thus assured, he changed the aim of his sight and soon found his quarry on the other side of the room looking pale and rather squeamish.

He chuckled as he crossed the room. Once near enough to her, he spoke though keeping his voice low and friendly. "Excuse me miss. Are you alright?"

[Mojave]

Startled, Beltain yelped in surprise and whirled around to face him. Her long skirt billowed around her legs, swaying to one side and then the other before coming to rest neatly around her like it should. "Oh! My goodness you gave me a fright." She breathed in relief. "Yes, I am perfectly fine. Thank you."

When she'd seen who he was, she instantly remembered the creepy stranger who'd smiled so oddly at her earlier. She wasn't sure if he was genuinely concerned or using the sick child as an excuse to approach her. As she didn't want to scream a lie, she kept her mouth shut. Maybe if she seemed uninterested in conversating with him, he'd go away. Hopefully, he wouldn't tempt her chatty nature by starting an interesting conversation.

[Mojave]

Of course, that was his intention- to strike up an interesting conversation. Yet once again, she seemed uncomfortable around him. His features shifted from pleasant to concerned. He supposed he'd have to apologize here and now; maybe that would calm her down.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but are you alright? I couldn't help but notice that you look rather pale."

What had he done? He'd smiled, but he thought it was as charming of a smile as he could manage. He wasn't Casanova, after all. Maybe she was just used to abuse rather than kindness. No, he wouldn't think of that. He'd only get angry and that certainly would frighten her. But what did he need to apologize for?